A month ago my youngest daughter presented my husband and I with a proposal. An i-movie proposal. Complete with dramatic scenes and credits that rolled at the end.
“Please homeschool me.”
Oh my heavenly days, no.
I’m not a teacher. I’m not patient. I’m not even nice some days.
I tried homeschooling this darling in kindergarten and honestly thought I was going to lose my ever-loving mind. I would watch other moms do this thing right. They were organized and scheduled and undistracted.
Me? I looked like a dog’s tongue when he’s got his head stuck out the window of a truck going 70 miles per hour. Messy. Flapping about. Not pretty to look at.
Can you imagine the conversations she will have about me with her therapist one day? No, let’s not add homeschooling to the list of things Mom didn’t do well.
But then I got to thinking. You know those 3am crazy thinking times when you should be sleeping but can’t? Yes, I started having lots of those. What if I just took a year of adventure with this beautiful young woman? What if I just hit the pause button on all things typical and just took a year to do things differently. With her. For her. Could I do that?
Okay, God if you want me to take a year of adventure with Brooke, show me.
Then I met a math teacher who got all excited about coming to my house to teach her math a couple times a week.
And then a fabulous reading and writing tutor just happend to have a couple days a week to do the same.
Of course an email then showed up from Shaun Groves asking me if I’d like to go on a missions trip to Peru with Compassion International. “Can I bring my daughter?” I asked. And what do you think he enthusiastically replied back?
My friend, Kristi, asked if Brooke could be in her small group Bible study this year.
My friend, Renee, asked if Brooke wanted to take cheerleading classes at her gym.
Another friend agreed to help teach Brooke some cooking classes.
And I’d already been planning a trip to Sea World.
So, the year of adventure started unfolding in front of me. “Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope. Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.” (Lamentations 3:21-24)
I have no idea how this year will turn out. I might royally mess up my child’s education.
But I have a feeling it’s going to be one we will never forget. One where we are going to grow and be stretched and learn. Together. This, the year of adventure.
What kind of adventurous thing could you do with your kids this year? Pick something small. One thing.
Maybe it’s the year of them learning 12 Bible verses–one per month. Or maybe it could be the year of everybody making their bed at least 3-4 times per week. Or maybe it’s the year of letter-writing, where you have them write one letter per week to brighten someone’s day.
One thing. One year. The adventure is waiting. No pressure. Just intentional fun. Let’s talk about it in the comments below.
And if you’re like me and need a little mommy pep rally to help your mornings go better, click here to read what I’m chatting about over at InCourage today.